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Bigot Hitman
03-30-2008, 04:48 PM
This thread is for conscious raps only, and what i mean by that is reality rap. Shit that expresses your perspectives on things from girls to politics, whatever.

Example: New Nas shit (Nigger), new scarface shit (M.A.D.E.), Z-Ro shit

No papoose punchline shit, fuck that.

Let's see what this forum can put out, i know everybody ain't shity, right?

Bigot Hitman
03-30-2008, 05:21 PM
Look at the cold face on'em wear'in a mask of depression
Nah this how i look all the time,
That's only like every other cresent//
What you say'in is I don't look nice
Unapproachable like the source of a phobia
Which spawned from a stereotype//
Yeah be close minded your a angel in the sky
Your white right, pure and clean
Not a bengal in disguise//
About to break the neck of its prey, no you can't be
Perfectly raised,
Childhood was a field of Pansies//
But its shit in everyone not so "deep" inside
That you can't reach it before your "last breath"
Of a life changin' "dive"//
You just need sumthin to push you in the water
For some its just phrase or slur
Other's its a genocide slaughter//
Revaluate their selves then make it right
Pay'in homage won't buy respect
My sane is "forgive but i won't forget"//
Don't get me wrong i'm not one to hold a grudge
Like a innocent convict out on parole
About to murder the judge//
That's part of forgive'in, but why forget the
True colors,
Life's a lock, truth's the pick so keep the picture//

J.T.S.
03-31-2008, 03:50 PM
Born in the land of slavery, no fantasy God saving me
I'm in danger deep, one step from sinking in shit's creek
Stugglin 7 days a week, to support a broken family
Hustling on the side to get right, beasts ain't understanding me
Handing me bogus charges, in front of your honor dishonored
In the streets beef blowing up like suicidal bombers
Mama warned me of the storms, when she passed i stayed in her corner
It takes a focused man to reach the top
For the fam i'll bust shots til' my heart stops
Fuck the block, cause niggas don't wanna see you advance
Mad at you because their jealous they didn't take advantage of the chance
Of a life time, they'd rather bust gats, sell crack, and do time
Young boys will never live to be fathers wanting to be the hardest
It's sad gangs riding for colors of flags, fathers molesting daughters
Devils dissing us for disorders, war when they kick in doors with warrants
people in poverty so poor, for breakfast, and dinner theyr'e eating pooridge

Bigot Hitman
03-31-2008, 03:58 PM
Born in the land of slavery, no fantasy God saving me
I'm in danger deep, one step from sinking in shit's creek
Strugglin 7 days a week, to support a broken family
Hustling on the side to get right, beasts ain't understanding me
Handing me bogus charges, in front of your honor dishonored
In the streets beef blowing up like suicidal bombers
Mama warned me of the storms, when she passed i stayed in her corner
It takes a focused man to reach the top
For the fam i'll bust shots til' my heart stops
Fuck the block, cause niggas don't wanna see you advance
Mad at you because their jealous they didn't take advantage of the chance
Of a life time, they'd rather bust gats, sell crack, and do time
Young boys will never live to be fathers wanting to be the hardest
It's sad gangs riding for colors of flags, fathers molesting daughters
Devils dissing us for disorders, war when they kick in doors with warrants
people in poverty so poor, for breakfast, and dinner theyr'e eating pooridge

Red lines are pretty good, overall this verse is descent like 7/10

J.T.S.
03-31-2008, 04:02 PM
thanx!

Bigot Hitman
03-31-2008, 04:44 PM
Lemme let you see through a window of Walnut Hills
Niggas is posted like flyers day and night push'in pills
Bout once a year, come across a dime bag or a crack pipe
Prolly thrown from a car in a cop chase that last night
Every gas station you got beggers hustle'in for change
At the same time vote registers is hustle'in for "change"
Between twelve and five most bullets fly and pop it out
In somebody's frame, then crew's collide and swap it out
Its nobody's game, no true one is the king of the hill
We got too many locksmiths steadily bring'in the steel
Grandmas and betty boops pack guns in they purses
Sunday drug raids, bunch a scarfaces runn'in in churches
Hot summer days, one on one fights in crowds of fifty
Broads strut for the jockeys bump'in lil' kim and Missy
See a red bandanna tied up on a park'in meter
Don't touch that its a open flame
And it ain't spark'in reefer//
I'm talk'in fake bloods, shoot'in wild for they colors
Runn'in a block wit abandoned houses
Front'in like kids for they mothers//
No babies in dumpsters, maybe some in the Ohio (River)
With bricks to way it down
So many children with childs//
Fourteen year olds with kids already three and two
Scenes like the city of god
And the cops be preach'in too//
Reminiscin' on when the hills was all germans
Talk'in to niggas in cuffs for hours just give'in sermons//
Like the condition this hood's in, is somehow they fault
We stuck untill we can get a college loan paid off//
But that's only if you graduated from that public school'in
And half of'em aint finish so they life is fuck'in ruined//

Bigot Hitman
04-02-2008, 10:11 PM
Shit i know a lot of tight rope walkers
That stumble out of the media's spotlight
Float'in in cold waters//
Blood's freeze'in from the environment they in
Trapped like a fish in a bowl
FInd'in a way in
Miss'in they soul on a mission for gold//
I mean heartless, J.Stalins in they own world
Paddle'in upstream with extra weight
A tornado twirls,
In they head from the love be'in next to hate//
Always on the edge because its a tight rope
But they ain't scared of heights
That's why they take it to the top with blind folds//
Goin in dark caves without maps, search'in em out
"Carry'in the iron for the wrinkles" steady work'in em out//
Kinda like getto realists do what i gotta do's the motto
In unforgive'in landscapes
The bottom of codine bottles
Leave'in the mind state of any man raped//
The strongest fall often its a jenga game of coffin's
Better play hard cuz if you soften
I'm talk'in bout this kind'll make u the next Matt Maupin//